K-I-SS-I-N-G Nas
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[Chorus]
Picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G
I remember the first time, girl, you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G
Girl picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G
I remember the first time, girl, you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G
[Verse 1]
She was the modern Isis, honey thought she was priceless
Perfect definition what a wife is, I like this
Showed me how excitin' life is
I used to hang around dudes that use ice picks
The sheistiest, put you on they heist list
How we met must've been fate
First date — crushed grapes, we ate lobster and steak
She kept askin' questions how the cash made, how my rent's paid
How many guns I sprayed, and huns I laid
She said she want to have a family raised, kids someday
Like out in Beverly Hills she wanna live one day
I can get with that
I drop you off home, I call, you hit me back
I wanna dig that, and did I? I did that
Put it way up where her ribs at, her future kids at
You held out for two weeks, longer than these hoodrats
You precious, more precious than lost treasure
Matter of fact, I'm kinda hopin' we can stay together, word
Picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G
I remember the first time, girl, you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G
Girl picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G
I remember the first time, girl, you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G
[Verse 1]
She was the modern Isis, honey thought she was priceless
Perfect definition what a wife is, I like this
Showed me how excitin' life is
I used to hang around dudes that use ice picks
The sheistiest, put you on they heist list
How we met must've been fate
First date — crushed grapes, we ate lobster and steak
She kept askin' questions how the cash made, how my rent's paid
How many guns I sprayed, and huns I laid
She said she want to have a family raised, kids someday
Like out in Beverly Hills she wanna live one day
I can get with that
I drop you off home, I call, you hit me back
I wanna dig that, and did I? I did that
Put it way up where her ribs at, her future kids at
You held out for two weeks, longer than these hoodrats
You precious, more precious than lost treasure
Matter of fact, I'm kinda hopin' we can stay together, word
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